"Here."
As we arrived at the meeting room, Liana opened the door, gesturing for me to enter first. Inside, I found the five members of my team already gathered around a large table, their attention shifting to me as I walked in.
As I stepped into the room, my eyes quickly took in the scene before me.
The five members of the team were all dressed in casual clothes, a contrast to the armor and gear they would don when entering a dungeon.
But even in their relaxed attire, there were subtle signs—small details that gave away more about them than they might realize.
Kurt Arlen, the heavily armored tank, was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there was a faint scent of cologne still lingering in the air—probably from a late-night shower before he rushed out this morning.
